Forget

This force was so powerful that the armor that Harry had condensed in haste shattered as soon as he touched it.As soon as this force succeeded, it quickly retracted back into the darkness, waiting for an opportunity in the turbulent undercurrent.

Harry fell into the squishy mud and was not injured.The island seemed to have just experienced a heavy rain, and it was wet everywhere, not even a piece of dry soil.The mud gathered and almost became one, and the whole island seemed to be turning into a huge swamp.

Harry couldn't tell where that power was hiding again.In other words, murderous intent lurks in every inch of suppressed air. Harry gritted his teeth, gripped his wand tightly, and waded through the mud almost on hands and feet.The surrounding air quickly gathered together with his movements, pushing against his back, wrapping around his ankles, blocking his steps.There was a strange sound of explosions in his ears, but Harry acted as if he didn't hear anything. He tried his best to touch the white figure with the fastest speed.

"Draco, draco..." Harry lightly lifted Draco's head and neck, placed it gently on his knees, and called out in a low voice. Draco's bloodless face was covered with a lot of mud, and his pale blonde hair was tarnished and clung to his forehead indiscriminately.The intermittent breathing is weak, like an oil lamp that will be extinguished at any time in a storm.His eyes were tightly shut, showing no signs of opening.His hand hung down from his side and fell back into the mud. A small empty glass bottle fell out of his hand and landed in the mud, quietly and motionless.

"Hold on, please hold on a little longer." Harry was almost incoherent.He frantically took out the antidote that Hermione had stuffed into him from his pocket, pushed the cap off with his thumb, and hurriedly brought it to Draco's lips.But Draco's jaw was clenched tightly, and the little potion that was fed all slid down the corner of his mouth. Harry knew that his movements were not gentle, but what else could he care about, he stared at those two thin lips, he had never been so helpless like now. "Draco, Draco..."

The strange noise in the air was getting louder and louder, that force seemed to be transformed into countless hands reaching out from the darkness, trying to drag Draco's body away.Those eerie voices lingered in Harry's ears, roaring, as if mocking his overreach, as if brazenly announcing the death of the person in his arms.

"He's alive. He must be alive!" Harry roared, pointing his wand straight into the sky.A huge ball of red light spewed out from the tip of the wand, abruptly dyeing most of the sky in dazzling red.Those tempting forces were caught off guard and retreated quickly, and the air finally returned to calm.

"I'm sorry." Harry said softly, looking down at Draco again.Then he raised the antidote bottle, put it near his mouth, and poured it all into his mouth with a flick of his neck. Harry tossed the empty bottle away, leaned down quickly, and pressed his lips against Draco's.

Tongue slid in between the cold lips, fumbling and trying to pry open the strong jaws.Sensing a slight looseness, he immediately drove straight in along the gap, delivered it to the mouth of the throat, and fed the liquid medicine bit by bit.

Harry had never been so cautious before.He had never done very well in Potions, and he never thought he was up to fine work.But now, he felt like a person holding rare treasures stepping on a wire rope. He didn't know if he was doing the right thing, and he didn't know what would happen next.He had faced many unknowns before, but none of them terrified him as much as now.He tensed up like never before.

Draco's lips returned to a little pink, but Harry still seemed to feel the cold feeling just now. There were some tears in Draco's shirt, where it looked like he had fallen and cut it. Harry freed up a hand, pulled off his cloak, and gently wrapped Draco completely.His gaze swept across inadvertently, and what came into view were a few scattered human bones.

A strange feeling came to my heart. Harry still remembered going to the Forbidden Forest with Draco when he was in the lower grades, this guy was always startled, almost anything could scare him, the timid one was like a shivering little rabbit.

Harry sighed lowly.He could almost imagine that Draco who had set foot on this island of death, was terrified by those terrible magical powers, staggering forward in the dark, with the torrential rain pouring down, he finally fell on those thick bones and fell into the mud In the midst of it, I no longer had the strength to stand up.

—He must be... terrified...

Harry felt a little uncomfortable, he lowered his head, and gently held Draco's palm. Draco's hands seemed less cold than before, and his breathing gradually stabilized.It's just that his long eyelashes are still drooping, and there is no sign of waking up at all.

Harry had no way to judge the current situation.He didn't know if Draco's reaction was normal or not.All he knew was that at least Draco was still breathing and he desperately needed a good healer

"I'll take you to St. Mungo's," Harry said softly, raising his arms.The broom lying in the mud far away received the call, struggled to break free from the mud, and flew back into Harry's hands. Harry carefully shielded Draco on his chest, holding the broom handle with his other hand, and with a little force, he left the ground.

The residual red that just exploded has gradually disappeared.The hidden powerful force sensed the changes on the island, and roared again to make a comeback.

No one ever made it out of Dispel alive.

Menacing magical power pressed down from all directions, slashing across Harry's body like a sharp sword. Harry could hear the screaming in the wind, and the torn wound swelled up quickly, leaving stains of blood on the torn shirt in no time.

Harry snorted, picked up his wand with difficulty, and threw out an Iron Armor Charm, completely enveloping Draco.The pain from behind made sweat drip from his forehead.He bit his lip and pressed his body lower.He looked at the unconscious person in his arms, and forced a smile: "The matter between us is not over yet. Until then, Draco, you have to live well."

**

Greenmore Square NO.12 is a holy place.In addition to the guests who came to visit in an endless stream, there are also many worshipers of the Savior who come to "worship" every day.

Harry really couldn't handle these fanatical admirers and all-pervasive reporters, so he decided to hide NO.12 of Grimmore Square again after deliberation.

His approach caused a lot of controversy, and even Ron was a little bit critical.

"I thought we wouldn't have to hide after the war was over." Ron was very upset. "When will I be able to really visit my old friend in a fair way?"

But at least in recent days, the voices about Grimmore Square have gradually faded.People suddenly found that the savior had disappeared from people's field of vision suddenly, and they didn't know where he went.All his friends kept silent, expressing that they didn't know about it, and the explanation given by the Ministry of Magic was that Harry Potter took a leave of absence for a period of time. As for the reason, there was no comment.

People's curiosity was suddenly aroused, and they gradually turned their attention to the Ministry of Magic and the friends of the Savior.The Daily Prophet even set up a special group to follow up on this matter. For a while, various conspiracy theories were rampant. Almost every day, some people gathered at the gate of the Ministry of Magic. No matter what the Ministry of Magic explained, it would be useless. To the posture of Harry Potter himself.

But the good thing is that the pressure on Grimmore Square is much less, and people living nearby can finally sleep peacefully.Except Qiu Zhang.

At this moment, Qiu Zhang was sitting bored at the dining table at No. 12 in Grimmore Square. On the table were three or four bottles of wine that looked old, all of which she dug out from Harry's wine cabinet. I opened bottles one by one, but after only drinking half a cup, I lost interest.

"I was the school belle of Hogwarts back then! Why are you looking after other people's houses here when you have a good time and don't go on dates!" Qiu Zhang looked up at the ceiling, turned the swivel chair several times, and finally Dizzy, he lay back on the table. "What a boring night... all Hermione's fault!"

Thinking of the experience of being "cheated", Qiu Zhang was so angry that his teeth itch.As one of St. Mungo's signature therapists, she has been working almost non-stop from the moment she joined the job.Hermione, who saw all this in her eyes, lied to her that she could help her get a continuous rest, so Qiu Zhang, who hadn't turned his mind at all, was tricked into this house in such a daze.

"I helped you win a five-day vacation." Hermione said so, with a face full of promises. "As soon as Harry comes back, you'll be free! Go enjoy your vacation! Go do whatever you want!—What? Oh, don't worry, Harry will be back in a day or two at most!"

"It's been four days!" Qiu Zhang rubbed his hair desperately.Her poor vacation was starting to count in the hours.

There was a knock at the door, as if something had hit it.Cho Chang stopped rubbing his hair and looked over in confusion.

Could it be that Harry finally came back?

Qiu Zhang thought.

But if it was him, why didn't he just open the door?